The Goblet Of Fire

[Simon Starr [Administrator]]

THE GOLBET OF FIRE

[/b] He said happily. "Welcome all to Hogwarts. As most of you know, the TriWizard Tournament lay ahead of us this year. Eternal Glory is what awaits the one to be successful over all of the rest." Starr stepped forward and tapped a large gold case with his wand. The case seemed to melt away into nothing reveal a beautiful carved wooded goblet. "The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to enter this tournament simply write their name upon a piece of parchment and drop it in. However," Here came the bad news. Starr knew many students would be un happy with this. "The Ministry wishes that for our own safety that no student under the age of 15 enter the tournament." Starr heard the Boo's and yelling from the crowd of students. He waited for it to die down. "As of this moment; the TriWizard tournament has begun."

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[[You may post a RP reply to putting your name into the goblet, though it is not needed, it may help you chances adding in a little extra. Also, everyone must know that you may not get into the tournament, only three students will, but those who don't may be a plot player. For the RP Example, it's quality over quantity]][/ul]
[b]Name[/b]
[b]Age[/b]
[b]Gender[/b]
[b]Link To Accepted Profile[/b]
[b]School // House[/b]
[b]Your Activity On MM[/b]
[b]RP Example[/b][/size]

[Eleanor Dior]

Name;; Eleanor Dior
Age;; Sixteen
Gender;; Female
Link To Accepted Profile;; >>Here it is!<<
School // House;; Beauxbaton
Your Activity On MM;; I am fairly active, and can get on as soon as finish all my homework for the day, and I have my own computer so that makes availability infinite.
RP Example;;
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Sitting with some of her friends in the Beauxbaton Academy for Witchcraft. Looking around the pretty yards, she saw a few girls playing catch with a Frisbee, their blue uniforms moving in the slight breeze that was present that day. They had taken off their shoes and set them aside where they wouldn't get dirty, along with the shoes went the small cape that went with the uniform. That was usually how the girls at Beauxbaton played their games, in a very cleanly and organized matter.

Looking at a watch, she realized it was time to practise the dance they would be doing when they got to Hogwarts. Jumping to her feet, in a very 'dignified' manner that more consisted of stumbling than jumping, Eleanor grabbed her small cape and hat and rushed in an 'elegant' run towards the open front doors of the Academy. The end of her dress fluttered about her knees as she ran into the school and stopped at the gathering of other girls standing and waiting for practise to begin.

Greeting Amelie with a smile, they started speaking and chattering. Apparently Amelie was also going to be trying to be chosen as a Champion. "Good luck, I hear there are plenty of people trying." Eleanor said in French to her friend as the Head Mistress came to them and started to make them line up to practise. Not all of the girls would dance there, obviously, but a handful of elite girls would. And after a long day of practise and inspection, Eleanor was picked as one of the girls to dance for their entrance.
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Looking at her friends as they sat in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, she looekd around slightly. Hours ago, Amelie had lost the nerve to put her name into the cup, though she wasn't going to let Eleanor back down. Not that I would! She thought, excitedly as she watched a boy approach the goblet. And just as quickly, the boy was flung across the room. "Not old enough." Eleanor muttered after a gasp and checking to see if the boy was all right.

Once he got up, she decided it was her turn. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at her friends and stood up from her seat. A few eyes from the Howarts and Durmstrang tables looked at her as she stood up. She would be the first Beauxbaton to put her name into the cup, this was fairly momentous. Let's not screw it up. Eleanor prayed as she started towards the cup. A few of her friends cried out "Go Eleanor!"

Turning around to wave at them, she then turned back to find herself right in front of the goblet. Raising her hand, which wasn't shaking at all in fear, but a little in excitement, she dropped her name into the cup and watched the blue flames devour her name. Grinning at the bowl, she turned around and lifted her hat off and walked down back to the Beauxbaton table. As she got to her seat, she tripped some, and luckily fell into her seat.

[Vike Legendhand]

Name Vike Legendhand
Age 16
Gender Male
Link To Accepted Profile CLICK
School // House Durmstrang
Your Activity On MM I'M ON EVERY SINGLE DAY. Even though I don't exercise my other accounts much, I do get on Every Single day.
RP Example"We're going to rob the rockstars. Cause they have much and we have little." Vike said, as his friends crowded around him. They all nodded, and some even orally agreed. "Guys, I was joking." Vike said jumping down from the table in Great Hall on which he stood on. All of Vike's friends muttered to themselves and left Vike to his table. Vike shrugged, ran his hand through his bright red flaming hair while messing with his phone. Then he got an idea.

"You've never had such a happy phone!" Vike shouted, raising his phone and waving it around. Sure a penguin tap dancing, and a happy face made it the happiest phone in the world. Vike smiled as a girl, a pretty girl not to add walked past him, smiling. "Miss! The happiest phone in the world is here! ONE DAY ONLY!" Vike shouted.

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Vike gulped down the fear, with the wadded paper in his hand. His breath started getting louder and quicker as he approached the Goblet of Fire. He hummed Mr. Brightside to maybe calm his nerves. Vike started trembling once he was over the Age Line. His arm trembled till the paper nearly fell out of his hand. Vike wrenched his arm back and ran back to the Durmstrang table.

Vike was still trembling at his table, as he watched another Durmstrang student, Hagen Teras put his paper into the Goblet of Fire. Vike nearly melted at Hagen's smirk whih was directed right at him. "To bad Legendhand couldn't play with the big boys." Hagen said with another smirk. Vike was now trembling in anger, while holding his paper probably getting blood on it from his nails digging into his palm. "Move." he snarled at Hagen, pushing him out of the way with his shoulder.

Vike strutted up to the Goblet of Fire, and stepped over the Age Line without a care. He walked directly infront of the Goblet and dropped his paper in the Goblet. He heard cheering from behind him and when Vike turned around, his fellow Durmstrangs were the source of the cheering. Vike smirked at Hagen and strutted back to his seat. [/color]

[J.emma F.orest]

Name Jemma Forest
Age 15
Gender female
Link To Accepted Profile Portkey
School // House Hogwarts // Gryffindor
Your Activity On MM On every single day except Tuesday.
Role Play Example Jemma trotted around the lake, the wind buffeting her hair as her footfalls quickened. Her pale, blue eyes searched the land as she jogged, scrutinizing the trees, the grass, and the icy black waters. A great chill climbed up her back and clenched her throat. Water always scared her, yet she was not so sure as to the reason. It was something about the icy clutches of it racing up your body once you were in. The fear of not knowing what to do. The frantic flailing of your arms and legs, trying to break free from your icy chamber. Jemma shivered now just thinking of it. She tried to redirect her thoughts, but the utter blackness of the water enchanted her; mesmerized her. A quiet chatter drew Jemma’s mind away. She stopped, digging her sneakers into the hard earth. A small squirrel sat only a few meters away, its almond eyes searching desperately for the stash of nuts he hid, but ran into three, giant aspen trees instead. Jemma thought of how true his little story was. Everything was always growing, changing from what we had originally seen it as. It just keeps growing into something larger; something even more shady and towering than before. Everything becomes a bigger problem, but it just depends on how you look at it. A soft wind ruffled the grass, creating a ripple of motion. The squirrel darted away, its fluffy tail disappearing behind a twig-like bush. As the ripple swelled towards Jemma, she braced herself as the cold blast hit her. Why didn't I wear a sweater? she asked herself. She was always forgetting essentials! Well, She thought, At least the common room sill is warm and dry. She jogged over to a the bench where her books lay, and gathered them up into her pale arms. She walked, (more like slid), across the stone courtyard and up the marble steps into the magnificent castle. A feeling of warmth and security enveloped her the moment she walked in. Jemma breathed a sigh of relief and contentment. She took a few paces, then her heart began to sink, like a human in water, as she saw all of the people. There were too many people. And they were all staring at her; or so it seemed. She hurriedly swept past everyone. Out past all of the stares and gazes of contempt and up some more stairs, towards Gryffindor common room. Once she was out of sight, another, large sigh emitted from her chapped lips. Crowds (unless they were cheering for her!). Water. Reality. It all had something to do with life. Essentials to it, yet she was afraid of it all. Those were the only things though; the only things that really caught up with her non-existent fear cycle. Crowds were Ok if they were on your side, but having all the students at the Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table staring at you with loathing, hateful eyes was more than she could handle! Her icy eyes traced the path to the common room, then she ascended. Once the portrait swung open, she could breathe freely. No one was here to watch her, bore their eyes into her, and examine her soul. Jemma flung herself on the nearest couch, savoring the soft, sweet scent of the leather; the sinking feeling of the cushions. Within moments, Jemma Forest fell into a long, deep sleep.

An icy chill flew up her arm as Jemma awoke. The Gryffindor ghost had laid his hand on her, which was uncomfortable on its own, but seeing a happy ghost was even more so! It floated out of the room, and Jemma followed, knowing something big was happening. That’s when it clicked. The TriWizard tournament! Her steps were filled with rigor now as she descended the stairs. The murmur of excited students greeted her in the Great Hall. A swell of students surrounded a large stone goblet. Jemma couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. It was an unmasked beauty of pride and history. How many tournaments it must have witnessed! How many great wizards and witches it must have encountered! A marvelous, silver ring twined around it, like mist. Jemma took a piece of parchment out of her jean pocket, and slowly threaded through the swelling crowd towards the stone cup. She tried not staring anyone in the eyes. She hoped they would be quiet as she dropped her name in. Jemma hoped, and it was true! Nobody even seemed to notice. She watched in amazement as the blue flames licked the ceiling when her name popped in, then stepped back, fleeing to the comfort and familiarity of her sleeping quarters.

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[L e s s e [S] i t r a n a a]

<sub>Name: Lesse Sitranaa
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Link To Accepted Profile: Meh! ^^

School // House: Beaux-Batons

Your Activity On MM: Simon! This is t a r g e m here! ^^ You know I’m active, I’m on everyday no matter what, and usually reply by the afternoon or so; unless something really crazy is happening in real life.

RP Example:
A feeling of apprehensiveness rose in her gut, muddling with excitement as she followed the others. This was it. They were actually here; in Hogwarts! Lesse had always wished to be accepted into this school, but if she ever got the letter, her constant movement must have missed it. And thus so, she was part of BeauxBatons. The girl didn’t even know where to start as she moved sideways, trying to get a batter view of the hallway. Too many people were pushing and nudging people to get to the front. It wasn’t as though Lesse blamed them, if she had a chance, she would have done the same thing. The crowd was awful, and she only wanted to get to the front; as everyone else.

Lesse; as she pushed herself to the edge, glanced at the faces of many Hogwarts students, some of them looking perplexed at the sudden arrival of a new school. She knew why they were here, and silently wished that it was hosted at BeauxBatons, not wishing to feel envious and out of place. Yet Lesse was excited, for she, like many of her friends decided to try out for the Triwizard Tournament. It was the reason the school was here, and the reason for all of Lesse’s uncharacteristic worries. Her hands were shoved into her pockets, grabbing tightly at the cloth, all while trying to look presentable.

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Leaning against the wall, Lesse was carefully marking the steps as the others placed their names into the Goblet. Inside her pockets, her hands were trembling as they folded around the small parchment. Upon it were two words written: Lesse Sitranaa. Lesse was busy trying to convince herself out of it, trying to reflect on all the dangers that’ll come her way. Next to her, sitting against some chairs, were the other BeauxBatons girls, looking just as frightened as her. There was no reason she should put her name in. She wasn’t going to get rejected. But in the deep corner of her mind, Lesse knew she was going to do it. A soft sigh was heard from her as the girl’s eyes traveled to the Durmstang part of the company, checking them out casually, while feeling self-conscious of her own looks.

As her mind was made up, Lesse ran her hands over the wall, biting her lip in anxiousness. This was it. With a deep sigh, she tore herself from the wall and began to walk slowly toward the goblet. Her fingers tightened around the piece of paper in her pocket, and Lesse was uncomfortably aware of everyone’s eyes turning to her, as no one else was coming up. There was silence, though some incessant mutters could be heard throughout the area. Her steps were slow, and a frightened glance and mutter as Lesse spotted the age line. Doubts began to infest her mind, with such ridiculously, that the brown haired girl simply shook her head to clear the thoughts. ”I could do this.” Lesse muttered, turning around to glance behind her. With a deep breath, she crossed the line.

Well, as least that part was over. Now came the hardest one, and she began to feel stupid. Who else was taking it so slow? Of course some had run back just to put it in again. Lesse’s steps stopped abruptly the second she was in front of the Goblet, her fingers crinkling the piece of parchment, and a trembling hand was lifted…and let go.

A deep breath of relief and laughter was heard from her, as Lesse, with her head held high, and her knees still shaking, walked—or rather ran back.


My Notes: Hehe. I'm usually better then this rp, but I won't make excuses.</sub>

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[A.melia B.lanc]

Name Amelia Blanc
Age 17
Gender female
Link To Accepted Profile Amelia Blanc
School // House Beauxbatons
Your Activity On MM On every day besides Tuesdays
RP Example Amelia caressed her bloody arm, cursing herself for not being more sensible. Her brown mass of curls flew around her pale face as her head turned. She thought she heard the faintest pitter-pat of shoes darting across stone. She slowly got up, keeping her face in the direction of the sound, her pale eyes slicing through the darkness like knives. A small rustle of her own pants made her shake with sudden fright, but she scolded herself again as she realized. “Quvit being so fooleesh!” she told herself quietly, her thick French accent rolling over her tongue. She looked at her arm, watching the scarlet liquid flow, creating pinkish stains along the length of her arm. What was worse, was that her wand was nowhere to be found. She suddenly remembered an American book she once read. It had said cobwebs might stop the bleeding! She scanned the walls, but wasn’t disappointed. Thick masses of cobwebs swathed themselves around columns and in deep corners, masking whatever lay behind them. Amelia hoisted herself up onto on of the columns, gathering some cobwebs around her index finger. “Ha!” she cried triumphantly. She leapt down, her bare feet hitting the hard, cold stone. Pain lanced up her legs, but she waved the pain away, carefully pressing the cobwebs onto her ever-bleeding arm. After a few (ok, AOLT) of minutes, the flow of blood decreased. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and accomplishment, but she was quickly drawn back into reality. She was lost, injured, and de-wanded in a foreign school, not to mention country. Suddenly, the pitter pat of footfalls alerted her, coming more rapidly and quickly than before. Amelia looked around in fright, trying to find a place to hide. A rafter, high above the ground, caught Amelia’s searching gaze. The footsteps were louder, louder. Faster and faster. Amelia had no time to lose. She shimmied up the column she had swiped the cobwebs from, and lifted herself up onto the beam. She pressed her cheek against it, the coldness and wetness of the wood taking her breath away with shock. She tried to stay still and quiet, wrapping her spindly fingers around the wood. Two, shadowy figures flew under where she perched, their voices loud and frantic as they ran down the corridors. A second, huddled figure progressed after them, a wolf-like sneer emitting from his mouth. Amelia gasped, almost losing her balance.

The creature stopped, sniffed, and slowly moved on, keeping its eyes on the rafter.

Amelia did all she could to stay still, placing her heels against the wood and holding on to the column. She held her breath and closed her eyes, fear and remorse gripping her like an iron clenching around her neck. Only when she heard nothing, nothing at all, did she let herself drop. She looked to where the figures disappeared, and turned. She screamed when she found herself face to face with a blood hungry werewolf. She ran. Her heels clipped across the stone as she fled these dark halls for her life. Terror shredded through her heart and mind as she ascended some stairs, her hair flying wildly around her face. She looked back, but nothing was there. She stopped, huffing and panting with her hands on her knees. She remembered where she was now. The corridor to the Main Hall. The Goblet of Fire! Amelia thought, trying to forget her horrifying ordeal back in those dark corridors. She would put her name in, and fight for her school. She grabbed a quill and parchment from her pocket (which she kept with her at AL TIMES), and scribbled her name onto it. Amelia Blanc

[/font]. She was satisfied. She walked into the room, her blue uniform twinkling blue agianst the light hue of the goblet. She slowly dropped her name in, and watched the flames eat the parchment with rigor, the blue licks of fire flying around it, devouring it. Ameria was satisfied yet again, and walked away, a feeling of pride touching her, but it was mingled with fear of what she saw within the darkness of these walls. [/center][/color][/size]

[Simon Starr [Administrator]]

[[Uhmm... we'll have to wait a bit more for other people to enter. There's not one boy XD]]

[Vike Legendhand]

((Thanks Nomis..))

[Scott Black [Administrator]]

[[Ehh, I saw your name and thought you we're just Terry. I didn't mean you didn't get it. But another problem, there are only 5 people with their names in the goblet]]

[A.melia B.lanc]

((*AHEM* when is anybody else going to sign up? THis is taking a while, ya know.))

[Simon Starr [Administrator]]

[[yes.. I know... but read my new thread in the Absent board and you'll know why I haven't been on for a while to get everything done. I'm sorry... but I couldn't help that.]]